He dipped his prints on different soils,
He moves daily, inch by inch to the throne,
With much uproar, love it is.

He embraced and embraces the "muskiness" beings of politics,
In sagacity and agility, the Supreme being never denies him,
The love of the poor and the beauty of the capitalist.

He is human for us to criticize yet more humane for us to follow,
By his ideology, we stand firm,
Yes! We are BAT.

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ÀNIFÁSSÁRỊ

We cuddled to lift each other,
We dined to love each other,
Every moments was in order,
As a Siamese twin we never bother.

In no distance walk, Eve ate the forbidden fruit,
Adam couldn't chew because it wasn't his apple,
He sowed a tear into the ground,
Everyday a burden, everyday it's a relief.

As a Siamese twin we never bother,
Yet Ànnịfássárị is in order.

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The desecration of the altar of love,
When trust doesn't make sense yet speaking in tongues,
As a parade, loyalty beaten black and blue.

Maybe it was the wrong memo from love,
When innocence was the motive yet innocence died out as a flame.

In solace lies the beauty of the soul,
The fourth man in the burning fire, He is!

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The minute sparkling gem,
Its innocence as a newborn,
The indicator for the Baby Manger,
The tool that can be read by astrologer,
May a piece of it not fall,
Yet, it will be the spotlight for the end-time.

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Happiness In Nothing

The smiles aren't fake,
Toddlers juggle off to the stream,
Baked in the sand after throwing off sticks against the bush rat,
The easiness and slickness of their smiles always melt the sun,
Their snores in the evening makes the moon beam,
The rage of their joy eases their mothers to stupor,
Caresses them with lullaby while filling their mouths with leaf-wrapped meal.
Jacuzzi wasn't their definition of living,
Burger never entertained their pallet,
The Mammon of this world wasn't endearing enough.
Classless in tatters yet their boisterous laughter cringes the night,
Now, the world isn't theirs anymore,
Happiness is on bed-rest.

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The Rising Morning Star,
The same as the Holyspirit.

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The Intelligensions

You make grammars in your wokeness,
Assembled totters in their defined dumbskulls,
Preaching the gospel according to truth yet its weight measured in blank bullets,
You claim rights by bedding arson,
Painting the buses with ashes,
Looting grains from silos...oops you meant palliatives,
Chaos has become the new security officer,
Our black shirts have been embarrassed,
Tension has created a walkie-talkie,
In your humour, you try to define not-a-hoodlum,
Well, welcome to your christened name by "chief ojukwu"; protedlum,

Understand this protedlum; you stained the
Nigerian flag with zobo, be assured you're no saint!

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DARK-ROSE

Sometimes your heart speaks words in thousands,
I tend to it like the lilies in its thousands,
Never in doubt of my strength to shed you,
Yet your heart blossoms with my touch,
Not my speech yet your heart embraces every of my word.

Only your heart speaks a thousand words and urge me to shed it in love,

You make me love more,
I urge you to love me most ...
My Dark-Rose!

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The "crazidity" sincere common sense,
Dodging the cronies of emotions,
Hits the laws of pangs,
Crashing the cymbals of objectivities,



The numbness of heart,
Craving essence in a timing turf,
Whereby, the love sways to be left alone,
Thus, in a timing turf to kill "alonism",
When thou art my heart need love?
Now, the timing turf sayeth!

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Our Influencers

To what end is thy skirmishes,
To what destination is thy foulness,
To what path is thy folly,
To what garage is thy stupidity.

It may seem a game of numbers,
It may seem a game of gains,
When you have your fanatical ducks quacking behind you,
Knoweth thou heaven falleth not when hornets chase you to the grave someday!

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